Logan Fulk Poems

Silent hold for the conscious’s fold
Under the mind things remain untold
But not because they choose to hide
Collective memories only wish to reside
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In our hands we have a world of green
So much unknown so much unseen
As thickly woven around as its mysterious ravines
All of this life in a small bean
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Time unfolds the weave of ways and what we are to become
The time has come for a temporal phase affecting all but some
An era of aura showing true colors amidst the chaos of the world
A dazzling aurora grasping minds as the weave is further unfurled
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When doubts envelop the mind
Of a person with desires to great to hold
A hand shall reach out to tame these burning desires
And to help protect them from the cold
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Shadows of the heart and soul
Overlap to reveal
Suppressed desire, and overwhelming lust
Of forgotten dreams and unspoken thoughts
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The fire within our hearts
Burns bright for all to see
Never brighter than others
Yet never darker as well
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I am the flower of the moon
Who stands tall in the darkness
I am the light of shadows
Who wander perpetually
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Reminiscent of all the hard fought battles
Over countless generations of life
All the troubles of life blurring your goal
Detours causing you strife
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We are brought into the world not as a ray of light
And besides our family were completely unknown
We are truly shadows who find it all too bright
Our flesh too soft to be shown
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Today I took a walk,
No I think more a stroll,
Around the world I know,
Within my peripheral limits.
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